Bitch headed to a wood pallet stacked with bags of dog food, which rested atop a pallet of bricks. She drew a knife across the top of two bags and let them empty into a trough sitting below. I was grateful when most of the dogs around me rushed off to get their food.
Hehe. Go get your food, doggos ❤
The reprieve didn’t last long. Several of the dogs began fighting in front of the trough.
Uh oh.
A black lab, snarling with his expression pulled into something grotesque, chased a smaller dog directly toward me. The little dog collided with my legs, and with the lab hot on her heels, it started fighting tooth and nail in its own defense. A bigger dog, longer and lankier than the lab, with very short fur, crossed the room to join the skirmish, protecting the little one.
Welp. So Rachel, are you going to do something about this, or do you consider this the natural order of the pack?
“Bitch?” I asked, doing my best to keep my voice calm as the dogs fought beneath me, bumping into my legs. I backed up, but they brought the fight right to me once again.
“The black one is Sirius. He’s the newest, not used to things. He’ll get better as the other dogs socialize him and I get a chance to train him.”
Does he turn into a human wizard sometimes?
Okay, but seriously – no pun intended – a black dog named Sirius does not strike me as a coincidence. (Sirius Black’s animagus form was definitely not a labrador, though. Apparently Padfoot was played by a German sheperd in PoA and a Scottish deerhound in OotP.)
Anyway, it seems Rachel is content with letting this go on for now.
“They’re, uh, really going at it,” I winced and pulled one leg off the ground to keep it out of the way.
“Let me know if he draws blood.”
Fair enough, I guess.
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